Revenge Is A Bitch

Revenge Is A Bitch

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I was the typical high school good girl. Kind and polite. Smart and intelligent. I liked my imagination better than reality, and books better than anything. Me and my friends, we weren't popular, and we didn't need to be. We had each other and that's all that mattered. But one incident changed that all. One night. One twisted game. They thought they could shut us up, bury their secret. They believed they might win. But they didn't know who they were messing with. We might loose some of the battles, but we're going to win the war. They won't know what's hit them.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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